Usually during naptime I try to work on a project (my current is updating our living room couch pillows) or, at least, start dinner. Well, none of that happened. After my own half hour cat nap I got on the net and wasted some time. The only thing better would have been a nice glass of my favorite drink from Oliver winery. But, alas, I didn't...this time.
Perhaps the kids are sleeping so soundly because we went to a friends house to get started on the garage sale we are having this weekend. While the mommies worked on sorting and hanging clothes, the kiddos played in the driveway.
After some hard core play time we loaded them up on cheap pizza (Little Cesar's $5 pizza-that's FIVE DOLLARS folks!) and cantaloupe and tried to work on garage sale stuff some more. One black eye and two pinched fingers later I decided to come home so the kids could nap. When I tell people that my 2 and 4 year old still nap I usually get the same gasp and reply, "you're so lucky!". Well, yeah, I am. I love that they nap because I can nap! I'm a napper, always have been.
We've worked hard to get them to sleep in their own beds and, for the most part, they leave us alone. Every now and then our little bear (son) will crawl in between us and try to stay quiet enough to avoid our radar. However, once he falls asleep his toes begin their dance on my back and ribs and back in his bed he goes. We've recently purchased a toddler bed for the girl-for $2 at a garage sale-and she seems to like it.
Well, now the gig is up. Husband is home and looking a little puzzled since his house is hot and pots are cold...and his kids are still cuddled in their beds.
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